Monday, February 19, 2018

Dreaming Of Meals To Come...Soon!

In just a few days, we'll be packing our bags and heading to Umbria. As usual, Mr. J and I have been doing our pre-Italy dieting, getting ourselves ready to chow down with gusto after we arrive.

I'm looking forward to the simple fare I'll fix at home...

Tomatoes with beans and pecorino.Wonderful in front of the fire.

Typical lunch on the terrace.

Yolanda's market has the best little tomatoes!

Grilled veg for a potluck with our landlord, Carlo.

We eat lots, lots, lots of tomatoes with pecorino.Here, paired with onion and sage 'pizza' from the town bakery.

Another tasty salad on the terrace.

I'm not kidding...it never gets old!

I can whip out a pretty damn good risotto, too.

Charred shishito peppers were great with parmesan in the summer.And a surprise to find at the Chiusi weekly market!

As nice as it is to fix meals at home, we always look for somewhere new to try at lunch time. In July, we heard about this place that we didn't get to until November. It's another of the 'working man' lunch spots that are often only open on weekdays, and are outstanding.
Again, except for the staff, I was the only woman in the place. That's how these rough and ready places are. See lots of cars and working vehicles parked outside? That's a good sign.
Fine with me...I can't wait to go back.

I knew we were in for a treat when I took a peek at a side dining room, and saw tables covered in fresh pasta set out to dry a bit before cutting.

No kidding.

It was beautiful sight to behold, my friends.

Wine and water, of course...

The fellow who told us about this place said we had to try the 'pici alla briciole', a speciality of the house. Hand made pasta with breadcrumbs...wow. Not for the light eater, I'll tell you that.

But, damn...it was good.

Yes, those breadcrumbs were toasted in lots...LOTS..of olive oil and garlic.Fantastic.

Really good grilled veg.

Perfectly fine ceci beans, but not for this meal.We couldn't finish them. They would be great with grilled meat.

Don't even try to ask me where this place is. It goes in our little black book of places we want to keep hidden away.